#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
